Category Archives: Restaurant Reviews

Places I’ve Been + Midland Moments

September 29, 2013

Well sh*t. I officially went to Chili’s on a Friday night. After having a casual binge drinking outing on Friday afternoon with some girls, our husbands decided they would pass on joining us for dinner, leaving us on our own to figure out where we would stumble to. Cut to us walking across the parking lot to Chili’s, where there was a line out the door of Midland’s finest singles and more Rascal scooters than I care to see. We walk in, and knowing that the wait would be well over 2 hours, I decide to tell a little lie (shocker). I walked up to the hostess and told her I had put myself on the list and gave her my name and phone number. She couldn’t find it, and apologized. I was a sweet girl, and told her not to worry–I’d “called” 40 minutes ago, she could just add me to the list. Boom. That ended up not making a difference, since we sat in the bar anyways. After politely declining a drink from a gentleman with a tattoo sleeve and knock off Ed Hardy shirt, I joined the ladies at our table. I kid you not–I ordered a cosmo, and was served Tequila and Cranberry juice and almost puked. I asked the waitress for a cosmo with vodka, and she went to go grab it, but had to turn around and take my martini glass from me–they were fresh out. Score. Well, a round of skillet queso, a triple dipper and some soft pretzel later, we were ready to roll out. Literally, roll. I was so full I almost had to snatch a rascal ride back the the car. And guess what? Chili’s DID. NOT. SUCK. I hate myself for loving it.

On an unrelated note, I bought my dog a Tommy Bahama shirt.

AND…. When I wen to H-E-B, there was literally no one there. If you live in Midland, you know how incredible this is. I was in Fatty Heaven (and tried all the samples).

Austin Weekend

September 24, 2013

Welp… I guess the Longhorns officially suck less. While they were busy winning on Saturday, I, on the other hand, was busy making poor life decisions that would render me somewhat useless until this morning. Thank God for espresso and Adderall. (And other things right now, but really, coffee + amphetamine salts= my answer to save the world today).

I’ll give you a recap of my poor life decisions, most of which involve copious amounts of cheese and margaritas, followed by a bit more cheese and Michelob ultras. I got to Austin on Thursday and was flying solo for the night. What I really wanted to do was put on my robe and order Fleming’s to my room–a nice little filet and cab for one, but somehow I still had some dignity at that point. So I decided to go the take out route…chips and queso from CVS and the nicest wine available from the Hampton Inn convenience store… it was an all around fail and I just woke up HANGRY the next day.

Dinner Fail. So ashamed…

The next day I woke up, ready to conquer downtown Austin shopping and restaurants, only to find that there was a small monsoon happening in Austin. I figured I am basically waterproof, so I braved the rain. Fail #2. Tried walking home with a to go salad from Leaf. Fell 3 times. My salad was in some sort of biodegradable paper box with no bag, so it was going to suck in the first place, but sucked even more after it got rained on. Austin needs to chill with their tree hugging hippie sh*t. It’s annoying, and no, I don’t want paper, I want plastic.

Awful salad.

Wet rat. Defeated. Only thing I had left at this point is that bottle of Zantac on the counter.

Friday night was much better. We went to Parkside and it was delish. Started with Sav B and oysters and then went the light route for dinner. A nice ribeye with grilled onions and some other delicious accompaniments that didn’t matter at the time. Their French fries rocked and we left drunk and happy.

Delish Steak.

Crawford’s Lamb Chops

Saturday was a general day of debauchery. Starting a day at Doc’s with two bad influences (No, I do not want a floater in my marg, it’s 11:30) was a wise choice of course. Had already eaten Cisco’s–see images below, but won’t pass up a fried pickle. They aren’t the best at Doc’s–mainly because I wasn’t willing to wait for them to cool, and burned the sh*t out of my mouth. Well, I’m officially bored with myself, and my coffee got cold, so I’ll just post the rest of the pics and make you jealous.

Fried Picks.

Photo Fail

Solid gameday crew

Sunday Scaries with my Cousins 😉

Much needed veggie detox dinner

Parigi in Dallas is the ( . ) ( . )’s ….You know what I’m saying

September 17, 2013

Parigis rules. Anyone who likes good food in Dallas knows this. If you don’t then how do we know each other? It’s fancy enough that you would feel awkward in shorts, but not too fancy to where you have to have a reservation on a Monday night (usually). I went last night with my dad (ya, I’m super cool and live with my parents when I’m in Dallas for work). We called at about 8 to make sure we could get a table and went on over. They use all locally sourced ingredients and don’t f*ck around with anything that isn’t fresh. They have specials that change daily, and I always recommend getting one of those, but you can’t go wrong with the veal Milanese or the parpadelle that are always on the menu. We had a quick dinner and some nice wine, and the whole time I kept saying “DAD” really loud so that people didn’t think we were together. I tend to make solo dinners with my dad more awkward for the ones around us. I just don’t want anyone to think I’m into old dudes. Gross.